star-crossed.

So,

We indulge in a little self-destruction.
Say the things we need to say, consequences be damned.

Hot button emotions, regressed frustrations.
Bottle it up, only for it to
fragment.


And truth is,
I'm full of issues.
Excess baggages and messed-up instances.


What I really need to do,
is to fold you up,
and pack you neatly into a nice
little box. Tie a yellow ribbon
as long as the knot is
tight.

Because I can't have you
coming back with questions
and the wrong answers.

There's a good proper sunshine here.
And I don't want to mess it up.

Not anymore.

. Arigato .